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Although the strength of the century-old Yongxing wine is indeed very strong, it stands to reason that with Wang Yonghui's cultivation, he should not be drunk.

But wine does not intoxicate people, people get drunk with themselves.

Wang Yonghui is so happy that he needs a big drunk to let go of the burden that has been accumulated in his heart for a long time.

Wang Haoyang drank the honey tea made by his mother before leaving the living room.

It's time to accept the legacy!

In the purple sky, Li Bai inherited the stars.

Wang Haoyang's gaze scanned between the twelve mortal-level inheritance altars.

"The long wind and waves, the jade flute flies darkly, all ten steps are killed, and the west wind is still shining......"

"The way of water, the way of wind, the way of killing...... That's right, kill in 10 moves!"

Wang Haoyang's eyes lit up.

He has to take into account both the way of the sword and the inheritance of the way of killing, if he comprehends the ten steps of killing the way of killing, then it will undoubtedly become much easier to comprehend the inheritance of Bai Qi next.

He walked to the altar with the words "Kill in ten steps" written on it.

It is a gray stone altar several meters high with nine steps.

Wang Haoyang looked at the altar for a moment and stepped onto the first staircase.

"Coax!"

As soon as he stepped on the stairs, Wang Haoyang felt as if he was suddenly on the battlefield of the two armies, and the cold and murderous atmosphere surrounded him like a tide.

Countless hideous and terrifying battlefield ghosts roamed around him, screaming and roaring, as if they were going to drag him into a hell from which he could never recover.

"Humph!"

Wang Haoyang snorted lightly.

If it was a person standing on the stairs with weak soul power and mind, I am afraid that he would be directly frightened by this terrifying scene and fainted.

But his soul and mind are far much stronger than ordinary people, and he wants to hinder him with such a murderous illusion?

With a light hum, a wave of soul power fluctuations suddenly erupted on Wang Haoyang's body.

The countless souls that wandered and roared, and the murderous aura like a tide, dissipated in an instant, as if they had never appeared.

Wang Haoyang did not stop and stepped on the second step.

There are nine steps on the altar, and each time you go up, the aura of slaughter is one point stronger.

By the time he stepped on the ninth staircase, the murderous illusion had turned into a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

The murderous aura that was so thick that it turned into a blood mist filled every inch of air. The stump and broken arm, the sea of blood, like the legendary hell.

Wang Haoyang raised his eyes to look at the scene around him, slightly surprised in his heart.

The inheritance of Pangu Immortal Saint is really not so easy to take.

These ten steps alone are all sword-killing inheritance, and there is such a terrifying murderous aura illusion that blocks people's path.

If it weren't for his two lives, and there was such a magical encounter as the Nine Yuan World, he would definitely not be able to pass through this murderous illusion.

He couldn't help but wonder in his heart, if it was the inheritance of the Killing God Bai Qi, what kind of scene would the murderous aura look like.

Shaking his head and throwing the distracting thoughts out of his head, Wang Haoyang closed his eyes slightly, clenched his left fist weakly, and made a posture of drawing a sword with his right hand.

After a few seconds, he opened his eyes. Move your right hand forward.

With the movement of his right hand, a dazzling lightsaber appeared in his hand little by little.

Soon, the lightsaber was formed.

This is a Chinese-style long sword with a length of three feet and three inches, and on the sword body, there is a faint Taoist mystery pattern engraved on it.

This lightsaber was completely conjured by Wang Haoyang with soul power.

He held the soul lightsaber in his hand and gently swung it towards the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood in front of him.

A sword shot straight towards the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood.

Compared to the boundless mountain of corpses and the sea of blood, this sword light looked too insignificant.

But when the sword and the corpse mountain and the sea of blood met, it was like snow meeting the sun, and it collapsed in an instant.

In the blink of an eye, the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood disappeared without a trace.

Wang Haoyang stepped out of the ninth staircase and came to the inheritance light ball.

"My first legacy. ”

He reached for the gray orb of inheritance light in front of him.

Suddenly.

Wang Haoyang's vision changed.

"Kill! The emperor has a decree, who can kill the traitor Li Taibai, and the reward will be ten thousand taels!"

A loud shout, like rolling thunder, exploded in Wang Haoyang's ears.

At this moment, where Wang Haoyang is standing, it is a fairly open flat land.

On the flat ground, a fight is taking place.

Or rather, a one-sided slaughter!

On one side, there is a young swordsman dressed in white like snow and holding a three-foot long sword;

On one side, there were hundreds of soldiers wearing thick armor.

The young swordsman was surrounded by hundreds of soldiers, like a boulder in the rolling river, no matter how the soldiers followed one another, he stood in place, like a leisurely walk, wielding his sword and killing people!

Killing people was supposed to be a bloody thing.

But in the hands of the young swordsman, killing people is like a beautiful dance drama.

A beautiful dance drama at the cost of life.

Wang Haoyang appeared quietly, and the two sides of the fight didn't seem to see him at all, still fighting.

"This young swordsman is Li Bai?"

Wang Haoyang looked carefully, and there was a handsome young man wielding a three-foot long sword in the scene, like a dancer.

This famous poet immortal has been famous for thousands of years, and he once killed thousands of troops with one sword and one sword?

"What he used must be a sword style to kill in ten steps. ”

Wang Haoyang looked straight at the flying sword in Li Bai's hand.

His eyes, golden on the left and silver on the right, were actually the Eye of the Origin that had been opened.

"What a delicate sword style! Any soldier, no matter how strong the armor is, as long as he is within ten steps, he will inevitably die! It is too strong, it is worthy of the peerless inheritance left by the poetry and sword immortal Li Bai. ”

Wang Haoyang's eyes looked at it without blinking, and the superb sword moves in Li Bai's hand amazed him.

In just a few minutes, nearly a hundred corpses were lying on the flat ground.

Although the soldiers have experienced battlefield battles, their hearts are like iron, and they are the most elite sergeants in the Tang Dynasty.

But the scene in front of them still made them tremble.

At the rear of the ranks, a bearded general frowned.

He shouted: "The first and second teams of sergeants retreat, the crossbowmen are ready!"

When the soldiers surrounding Li Bai heard this, they retreated neatly.

When he landed, a large open space was vacated around Li Bai.

Li Bai did not pursue, but stood in place and watched for a long time.

"What arrogance! Crossbowman, shoot me this traitor!"

The general's face was hideous, and he shouted loudly.

"Whoosh!Whoosh!Whoosh......"

In an instant, thousands of arrows were overwhelming, shooting at Li Bai.

"Huh...... Stupid!"

Li Bai looked at the overwhelming arrows and smiled contemptuously.

The three-foot sword in his hand slashed lightly in the air.

There seemed to be a curtain of light appearing in front of the sword, and the overwhelming arrows stopped strangely in front of the sword.

"Let's go back. ”

With a finger of the long sword in Li Bai's hand, thousands of arrows shot back at an even more astonishing speed.

"Whoosh!!"

Including the generals, hundreds of Tang sergeants were stunned.

They never imagined that the invincible rain of arrows would turn into their own life-urging weapon at this moment.

Screams rang out one after another.

In a matter of moments, the sergeants who besieged Li Bai were killed and wounded hundreds.

"These ten steps can kill, not only can you kill any enemy within ten steps, but even arrows can be controlled. Offensive and defensive, within ten steps, almost invincible!"

Wang Haoyang's eyes widened, and he was very satisfied with this sword style.